I wake up in the morning
To a man smoking a cigarette
You can tell he's thinking
About something that is probably relatable
Beyond belief
And he's there when I go to sleep
With the same cigarette
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.
it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window
It helps us sleep at night
We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window
It helps us not to fight
We hold it in the best we can
And then let our stress melt away
We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window
We do it every day
Our life has been enveloped by the smoke that we breathe out
But I don’t really mind one bit
Living with a little doubt
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
It doesn't matter how much you wish
You just can't and that will never change
And the universe will move on
Whether you accept it
Or not
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
What do I do
When I can’t decide
And there is no one left to decide for me
What I should eat for dinner
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
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A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care—
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Helmsman was the Bee
And an entire universe
For the delighted crew.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
*Soft-footed and delicate,
you tip toed your way into
my head last night.
Having scaled warm cheekbones
you pried apart my eyelashes;
teased apart my flickering eye lids.
Stepping under the soft pink canopy,
you found a nook.
Curling up, you pulled closed
wafer thin skin, to keep you safe;
to make sure that
even while dead to this world
you are all I see.*
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
You really can’t make a mistake without people finding out
That you struggled and that you hurt their friends
That you lied and how do they know you won’t lie again
And how you didn’t consider anyone else’s feeling in the confusion of it all
They know everything about you except for the remorse you feel
How could you regret anything when you didn't stop
Or how you just couldn't stand the weight on your shoulders
That crushed any hope of coming out of this alive
People will always know you as the one who made someone else’s life a living hell
But they will not once consider
The hell of being you
And living with the pieces
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC